Post by TheLaw on Mar 14, 2017 6:01:36 GMT -5
In the dim light of a desert Boston pub, Dom Lawson was sitting on a stool, an empty glass in his hand and a bottle of Irish Single Malt Whisky within reach. He poured some in, filling the glass and downing it in one sip.
"Dom... You're going down heavy tonight. Maybe you should slow down a bit"
"Hey fuck you barman!"
Here it was, the always charming Dominic Lawson, showcasing all his good manners while drinking another shot, right in the bartender's face, almost challenging him.
"I have all the rights to get hammered tonight. I'm a fucking failure, my life sucks, my career is flushed down the toilet. I am dumb as fuck, I sleep in a piece of trash on four wheels, I have no sense of honor, no self esteem, no rights to be in the same company with the calibers of Zack Fantana, Dare Clemmens, Bindy Trent... Shit, even Benny I-Banged-Your-Wife Stevens is better than me!"
Shaking his head, he poured another shot, drinking it down and slamming the empty glass on the counter with a resounding thud.
"Shit man, I never saw you like this before. What happened to you?"
"Fuck I know man... Last time I checked, I took Clemmens to the limit, I was this close to become the new Resilience Champion. I failed to win the Battle Royal but, you know, I was still in till the very end. Things weren't looking bad, am I right?"
The barman nodded his head no, while taking another glass. Dominic filled them both.
"And then, out of nowhere comes this fella, telling me how much I suck, how he will put an end to my misery and shit. Can you believe it?"
"Who's that, Austin Gale? Sounds a lot like something he would say..."
Dom shook his head.
"Not him, a new guy."
"A rookie?"
"Nah, he's been around for quite some time, accomplishing nothing but you know... He's now wearing a fucking mask, that gives him credibility and shit. He's a legit badass, you know? He attacked people back stage, he single handedly decimated the whole Janitors Crew, scared the hell out of the hot dog vendor, threatened one of the crew members to the point that he resigned... And he was one of the protestors who just had their jobs back. Have you seen his debut match? Impressive shit dude. He came down the ring, so imposing, scary even. He beat the crap out of Tommy Stone and Zack Fantana, not really two newbies you know?"
"He beat the former champ? Holy crap!"
"He didn't beat him, he actually walked out, claiming it's all part of his plan. If you ask me, he probably had to change his diaper or something like that... Can you believe this dude? He comes here, talks big games and when he has the chance to back up his own hype, he ducks his tail and takes the easy way out."
After downing another shot, Dominic turns his back to the counter, looking straight into the camera.
"Hear me out Akg.. Arkag... Ohhh, fuck it!
Aren't you some special cookie, bud? The Destroyer. What did you exactly destroyed thus far? A door, a poor bastard and everyone's balls with your crap. That pretty much cuts it I think. And yet, you call me out from the top of a roof, calling me a failure.. Like I give a fuck!
Oh, nice scenario you picked there. I swear I was waiting for you to jump off the roof and glide in the night sky.
Or crash on the sidewalk. Which, by the way, would have still hurt you less than stepping in the ring with me.
Unfortunaely though, there was no action at all. Just the same old bunch of crap that everyone who faces Dom Lawson feels entitled to say. But that's the story of your life, ain't it? You join a place all guns blazing, you talk a lot, do a little, get your ass whooped and crawl back under some rock? Why do you think this time is any different? Just because you wear a cool mask?
I still wonder why you did that. I mean, I am thankful you did, so I can actually tell which one is your face and which one is your ass. Mind you, not that I won't kick them both, but it still helps I guess.
I like to think that you're smarter than this, that you don't actually believe you're facing the inferior Dom. With all due lack of respect for DiBona. I won some, I lost some, but every single one of those who stepped in the ring with me remembers how it feels when I lay down the Law.
And you will make no difference.
I thought you were a cool guy the first time I saw you. You come to fight, take names and leave, no bullshit, no waste of time. How disappointed I was when I found out you are here to play games... Heart shattering truly.
You better back up your words this time man. Leave your mysterious agenda in the same drawer you left your cojones two weeks ago and fight the Law.
One last thing... Welcome to the AWE...
And FUCK YOU AKRAGTH!"
"Dom... You're going down heavy tonight. Maybe you should slow down a bit"
"Hey fuck you barman!"
Here it was, the always charming Dominic Lawson, showcasing all his good manners while drinking another shot, right in the bartender's face, almost challenging him.
"I have all the rights to get hammered tonight. I'm a fucking failure, my life sucks, my career is flushed down the toilet. I am dumb as fuck, I sleep in a piece of trash on four wheels, I have no sense of honor, no self esteem, no rights to be in the same company with the calibers of Zack Fantana, Dare Clemmens, Bindy Trent... Shit, even Benny I-Banged-Your-Wife Stevens is better than me!"
Shaking his head, he poured another shot, drinking it down and slamming the empty glass on the counter with a resounding thud.
"Shit man, I never saw you like this before. What happened to you?"
"Fuck I know man... Last time I checked, I took Clemmens to the limit, I was this close to become the new Resilience Champion. I failed to win the Battle Royal but, you know, I was still in till the very end. Things weren't looking bad, am I right?"
The barman nodded his head no, while taking another glass. Dominic filled them both.
"And then, out of nowhere comes this fella, telling me how much I suck, how he will put an end to my misery and shit. Can you believe it?"
"Who's that, Austin Gale? Sounds a lot like something he would say..."
Dom shook his head.
"Not him, a new guy."
"A rookie?"
"Nah, he's been around for quite some time, accomplishing nothing but you know... He's now wearing a fucking mask, that gives him credibility and shit. He's a legit badass, you know? He attacked people back stage, he single handedly decimated the whole Janitors Crew, scared the hell out of the hot dog vendor, threatened one of the crew members to the point that he resigned... And he was one of the protestors who just had their jobs back. Have you seen his debut match? Impressive shit dude. He came down the ring, so imposing, scary even. He beat the crap out of Tommy Stone and Zack Fantana, not really two newbies you know?"
"He beat the former champ? Holy crap!"
"He didn't beat him, he actually walked out, claiming it's all part of his plan. If you ask me, he probably had to change his diaper or something like that... Can you believe this dude? He comes here, talks big games and when he has the chance to back up his own hype, he ducks his tail and takes the easy way out."
After downing another shot, Dominic turns his back to the counter, looking straight into the camera.
"Hear me out Akg.. Arkag... Ohhh, fuck it!
Aren't you some special cookie, bud? The Destroyer. What did you exactly destroyed thus far? A door, a poor bastard and everyone's balls with your crap. That pretty much cuts it I think. And yet, you call me out from the top of a roof, calling me a failure.. Like I give a fuck!
Oh, nice scenario you picked there. I swear I was waiting for you to jump off the roof and glide in the night sky.
Or crash on the sidewalk. Which, by the way, would have still hurt you less than stepping in the ring with me.
Unfortunaely though, there was no action at all. Just the same old bunch of crap that everyone who faces Dom Lawson feels entitled to say. But that's the story of your life, ain't it? You join a place all guns blazing, you talk a lot, do a little, get your ass whooped and crawl back under some rock? Why do you think this time is any different? Just because you wear a cool mask?
I still wonder why you did that. I mean, I am thankful you did, so I can actually tell which one is your face and which one is your ass. Mind you, not that I won't kick them both, but it still helps I guess.
I like to think that you're smarter than this, that you don't actually believe you're facing the inferior Dom. With all due lack of respect for DiBona. I won some, I lost some, but every single one of those who stepped in the ring with me remembers how it feels when I lay down the Law.
And you will make no difference.
I thought you were a cool guy the first time I saw you. You come to fight, take names and leave, no bullshit, no waste of time. How disappointed I was when I found out you are here to play games... Heart shattering truly.
You better back up your words this time man. Leave your mysterious agenda in the same drawer you left your cojones two weeks ago and fight the Law.
One last thing... Welcome to the AWE...
And FUCK YOU AKRAGTH!"